A little story for Masturbation Monday
Heels, jeans and a tight fitting t shirt. I looked at myself in the mirror. I felt my hair , pulled it down, twisted it into plaits. Most of it would soon be gone.
I walked into the barbers and sat down, my heels having alerted everyone to the presence of a woman. The shop went silent. Everyone looked at me. I picked up a newspaper, The Sun if you really want to know. I peered out from behind the newspaper, feeling conspicuous and more than a little uncomfortable.
Two men paid and left, then a father hoisted a screaming toddler onto a little seat that rested on the arms of the barbers chair. I watched as a tattooed bearded young man went to work. I returned to the sports pages of The Sun. My reading was interrupted by a woman’s voice,
“It’s you next isn’t it lovely?
My barber was a woman. She had a red bob and, like the men was dressed in black, t shirt, and leather trousers tucked into knee high boots.
I stood up and walked over to the chair, a little unsure what came next. I sat down in the chair and stuttered out
“A short back and sides?”
“Shall I leave a bit more on the top so that it lies, you know, rather than sticking up?”
“Oh that would be good.”
“Cut square at the back?”.
I nodded. Still, l I thought, it was good to have a woman to guide me, if necessary, through this strange new world I had stepped into.
“I’m Ali by the way” she said and began her work of cutting and shaving. I watched as the long brown hair dropped in folds over the cape and flopped onto landed onto the floor. I felt myself getting wet as I watched. Under cover of the cape I slipped a hand into my jeans and began to massage my clit.
It was warm in the shop, I was enjoying the music, the falling hair was making me wet and I liked Ali, She didn’t say much but that was maybe because I was drifting off into my own little genderqueer world.
Then she said
“Right all done”.
She showed me her handiwork in the mirror she held behind my head.
“How do you like it?”
I nodded approval. I was speechless with excitement.
She unclipped the cape and I quickly withdrew my hand from my jeans. I was wet and frustrated.
I paid and made to leave. As I turned and headed for the door Ali slipped me a note. Once I reached the bus stop I the note out of my pocket and unfolded it. It said
“You are gorgeous”
A few weeks later I went back. I knew I needed to experience the again the masculine environment, with kits smell of aftershave and testosterone, its grubby newspapers, the packets of rubbers in a rack. Most of all I needed to see Ali.
This time I had a men’s polo shirt on, I had taped my breasts to make them even less prominent.
“I want a head shave.”
Ali stroked my heads as she worked and I felt my head against her breasts as my nipples hardened and chafed against the tape.
“There you go lovely” said Ali holding up the mirror. I looked at my shaven head, ran my hands over the stubble on my head. I was the last customer of the day. Ali has already locked the door. I looked in the large mirror in front of and saw Ali, her hand down her leather trousers.
She knew that I had seen her. She blushed but did not move her hand.
“You’re fuckng hot” she said as she massaged her clit with increasing vigour. “But I have never been with ..you know …I am not sure”
I got out of the chair and shook a few loose hairs from my head. I went up to her.
“I can show you a few things. But for now, let’s just enjoy each other this way.”
I knelt down before her in the sweep of what had been my hair, and which Ali would have to sweep up before she left. I motioned to her to kneel too. There, on our knees in the deserted shop, a double dildo length apart, we masturbated to each other.
“First steps” I said. “We don’t touch, we each pleasure ourselves just as we want to be pleasured by each other next time. We offer this as a gift to each other. We focus on each other, we come together.”
“And next time?” asked Ali.
“Who knows?” I answered. “Just enjoy this. This is the real deal too. Let it bring you joy.”
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10 thoughts on “The Hair Cut”
Oh, I really loved this story! Very well-written and rather sweet, actually. (Sexy too, of course!)
Loved this – such a great idea for an erotic tale – would really like a part two 😉
Oh this was yummy. It got me excited from the very beginning when I realised someone femme presenting was going to chop their hair in some way. I have deep feels about hair chopping apparently, who knew. It just got better and better though and I absolutely enjoyed every moment of this tale. Beautifully done x
I enjoyed the little details. 🙂
This made me a little uncomfortable but then I am very precious about my hair but you wrote it in such a way that it really did come alive for me and I could enjoy her excitement at what she was doing
You pulled me in from the very beginning, and I love where they end up in the end. 🙂
The little details pulled me in. I am too precious about my hair to sacrifice it, which is why it seemed even hotter to me. A sexy tale with a twist to it that I didn’t expect.